Never Moon a Werewolf was my second choice for the title of What We Found in the Sofa and How it Saved the World, after the much pithier Hellsboro, but my editor pointed out there are no werewolves in the book, and nobody moons anybody, so I had to settle for Never Moon a Werewolf becoming the title of Chapter 15, the chapter most thoroughly devoid of both werewolves and mooning. (What We Found in the Sofa and How It Saved the World was my forty-third choice for the book’s title, by the way.)Noa Wheeler, Henry Holt Books for Young Readers editor and Manhattan bicycle daredevil, and whom I suspect would have let me name the book anything I wanted, occasionally tweets her favorite title of the day, and What We Found in the Sofa recently made the cut. Had the book been named Never Moon a Werewolf, I can’t help but think it might have received the honor sooner...

Someday I may write a book called Never Moon, a Werewolf, about a native American lycanthrope. Then again, maybe not.